Beautiful Sister, Please Carry Me

Meeting Lin Yu's gaze, Tao Yaoyao gave a light smile. It held no flattery, no fawning, just a simple, bright smile, as if softly saying hello.

Lin Yu was momentarily stunned. Tao Yaoyao's smile seemed to possess a peculiar magic. Even though he wasn't familiar with her, her smile gave him the feeling that they were on good terms.

It was incredibly approachable.

Snapping back to reality, Lin Yu raised his hand and gave a thumbs-up, praising,

"Impressive."

Tao Yaoyao responded with a smile. Lin Yu had no time, nor inclination, to chat further. He turned his head back, focusing his attention on the computer screen.

A single simple kill couldn't salvage the early-game disadvantage that had crumbled like a landslide.

Lin Yu was still struggling hard.

After that brief piece of advice, Tao Yaoyao had left. Relying solely on his own skill, Lin Yu had no way to lead his team to a comeback.

As luck would have it, the enemy team had a real piece of work—someone who, after every kill or narrow escape, would spam emotes and taunt in the all-chat.

Lang Hua was actually a person with a pretty good temper; he rarely got angry over games.

Yet even someone like Lang Hua was thoroughly provoked. He had now fully transformed into a red-faced warrior, passionately trading insults with the enemy support.

Lin Yu was also getting annoyed. The enemy support was just too obnoxious. Twice, Lin Yu had gotten so angry he tunnel-visioned on killing him, only for the guy to escape with a sliver of health, while Lin Yu himself got picked off by the arriving enemy teammates.

Watching the little jerk spamming emotes and dancing on his corpse on the grayed-out screen, Lin Yu was halfway to becoming red-faced himself.

After yet another failed attempt to kill the support, Lin Yu finally snapped. Furious, he slammed the table hard, ready to join Lang Hua's passionate party of insults.

The sound of Lin Yu hitting the table drew the attention of several people. One senior member of the esports club frowned and said in a lecturing tone,

"Don't hit the table!"

This near-scolding remark poured a whole can of gasoline onto the fire of Lin Yu's already blazing anger. He was so mad he wished he could throw a couple of punches just to vent.

But Lin Yu knew he couldn't do that. Losing in-game was a matter of skill deficit, and getting scolded was indeed because he was in the wrong first.

If he lost control and got physical over these two things, he'd truly become a clown!

Lin Yu took deep breaths, struggling to digest the overwhelming fury in his heart.

Just then, Tao Yaoyao drifted over. She was holding an unopened bottle of mineral water, as if she happened to be passing by and noticed the commotion at Lin Yu's spot.

The moment he saw her, Lin Yu calmed down considerably.

Lin Yu wasn't the type to forget a lesson after a single scare. A tragedy like what happened with Qing Mo absolutely could not be repeated!

Lin Yu's computer screen was still fixed on his corpse. The enemy support seemed to have gotten bored and finally left Lin Yu's body, wiggling his little butt and flashing a "trash" emote as he disappeared off the edge of the screen.

Seeing this, Tao Yaoyao instantly understood what was going on. She tilted her head slightly, looking at Lin Yu's tense profile from gritted teeth, and asked softly,

"Do you need me to play for a bit?"

Lin Yu glanced at her and, with almost no hesitation, smoothly got up and offered her his seat.

Judging from that earlier play, she was a pro.

Tao Yaoyao sat down in Lin Yu's seat and took over the game.

Lin Yu watched from the side, observing her steadily securing kills, managing the map, and taking objectives bit by bit.

Lang Hua was thrilled beside them. He praised Lin Yu's "sick plays" while continuing his passionate exchange of insults with the enemy support.

As their team gained the advantage, the enemy support gradually fell silent. Lang Hua, beating a drowning dog, cursed even more gleefully.

After Tao Yaoyao pulled off a dazzling play, diving into the enemy team to execute the support and retreating unscathed, Lang Hua, with his vengeance served, was ecstatic.

He was about to turn his head and heap praise on "Lin Yu" when he suddenly realized the big, dark-faced guy beside him had been replaced at some point by a fair, delicate face that looked like a peeled egg.

Realizing he had lost his composure in front of a beauty, Lang Hua's face flushed bright red, and he quieted down considerably.

However, he only quieted down verbally; his hands were still dancing wildly across the keyboard.

The dynamic had now shifted from the enemy taunting Lang Hua until he broke and raged, to Lang Hua taunting the enemy until they broke and raged.

After hunting the enemy support down until he didn't dare enter the jungle, Tao Yaoyao secured the Baron and ended the game in one push!

Having watched the entire match from the sidelines, Lin Yu felt a huge weight lifted off his chest and was genuinely impressed.

Tao Yaoyao was definitely no ordinary high-level player. To play so effortlessly in a Platinum-ranked game, her actual rank was probably no lower than Master.

After winning the game, Tao Yaoyao didn't linger or make small talk. She simply raised her hand in an "OK" gesture, her smile carrying a hint of pride, and then left.

Like a female knight-errant wandering the martial world, righting wrongs when she saw them, and drifting away after the deed was done without taking a single cloud with her—incredibly cool.

The game was over, but the feud between Lang Hua and that support was not.

The two added each other after the match and were still going at it.

"Call your people!"

"5v5!"

"Another game!"

Lang Hua was clearly dead serious, wanting to gather a team for a custom 5v5 against that support.

Lin Yu also found that support utterly annoying. But annoying as he was, his skills were pretty solid.

Lin Yu knew he was no match for him. If they played a rematch and got stomped again, it would be a total loss!

If they wanted to win though...

Lin Yu stood up, looking around, his gaze finally settling on Tao Yaoyao, who wasn't far away.

What to do?

Ask the pretty sister to carry him?

Lin Yu started agonizing again.

Should he invite her or not?

With her on the team, they'd have a high chance of winning.

But if he invited her...

...

...She wouldn't fall for me, would she?

"Damn it!"

Lin Yu couldn't help but facepalm, laughing at his own narcissism.

Regarding Tao Yaoyao, Lin Yu felt a bit uncertain.

When encountering characters that had appeared in the plotlines of those adult comics, Lin Yu could more or less sense a feeling of déjà vu.

Strong, like with Sister Zhuzi, whom he recognized at a glance.

Faint, like with the beautiful girl who inexplicably struck up a conversation with him at S University.

He could find that familiar sense of déjà vu in all of them.

Tao Yaoyao had it too, but Lin Yu couldn't quite tell if this déjà vu was because she had appeared in those comics, or because she resembled Tang Manman in a certain moment.

Torn between these thoughts, looking at Lang Hua making calls to gather people, then at his computer screen filled with the insult exchange with the enemy support,

Lin Yu made a decision.

Just a few games, right?

What could possibly go wrong?

Could she really develop some special feelings for him over a few games?

Don't be ridiculous!

Did he think he was some kind of succubus?

Thinking this, Lin Yu walked over to Tao Yaoyao and invited her with a smile,

"Hey, we've got a grudge match. Care to help us out for a game?"

Hearing this, Tao Yaoyao turned her head to look at Lin Yu. She silently watched him for a second or two, then blossomed into a very happy smile, her eyes sparkling as she said,

"Alright."